God and stuff

[Stillrandy]

My best reference for the validity of my Christian faith is a little book by C.S. Lewis called "Mere Christianity". His reasoning is very sound to me and has reassured me in many moments of confusion and uncertainty in my life. He avoids many of the pitfalls that have been expressed in this thread. I recommend it to anyone seriously thinking about 'God and stuff'.

 

[neuroparenthetical]

I need help: my cynicism just derailed and I'm worried I may have upgraded to agnostic. The logic is compelling.

This not a pro-life thing because zygot's don't talk But it'll probably descend into a troll thread. Fuck. Forgot that but I've posted it now. Oh well

"In a mother’s womb were two babies. One asked the other: “Do you believe in life after delivery?” The other replied, “Why, of course. There has to be something after delivery. Maybe we are here to prepare ourselves for what we will be later.”
“Nonsense” said the first. “There is no life after delivery. What kind of life would that be?”

You should probably be as concerned about the potential existence of "something else" as you are about the possibility that two babies are actually talking to each other inside their mother's womb.

Anything's possible, right? Why should we assume that two babies can't communicate complex ideas to one another in that environment? Because our methods of communicating complex ideas to each other are the only ones possible? Because we blithely assume that our brains are "more developed" than a baby's? How arrogant! How presumptuous! How closed-minded!

The fable also conveniently omits the most common real-world analog: a baby who stubbornly insists that they're definitely going to be born to a glorbnax, prefucind, Xenuthestatic thruple on the "planet" Urrtfix, in the "year" FaFFA, at a highly specific breeding pit, probably around BbF in the "evening" (local time, of course. Some "planets" are so fucking bizarre that they have these things called "time zones.")

In response, the other baby asks two questions:

1) "Uh, where the fuck are all these incredibly-specific details coming from, dude?" and
2) "Why are you so passionate about this belief of yours right now, when it seems like there's basically nothing to be done about it either way?"

Said version of the fable might also not conveniently end before the big twist: that the babies are finally born to a mixed-race Jewish couple in Texas, on the planet Earth, in the year 1986, in a local hospital, at around 4AM (local time, of course, because Earth is fucking bizarre.)

Cue the ultimate ironic complaints from the pro-religious: "You're just playing God with the fable to twist it to your own ends!"

Yeah, it's really fuckin' frustrating when people do that, huh? Imagine how much more frustrating it is when they insist it's not a fable at all, but the actual truth!